Savannah Capannori Sexual Massage ❤️

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Well, halleluyer, chile! Lemme tell y’all ‘bout this sexual-massage mess! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout “Dogville,” that crazy Lars von Trier joint—Lord, that movie got me twisted! Ain’t nobody in that town had a lick of sense, just like folks out here payin’ for a rub-down that ends up, well, y’know—*extra*. Sexual-massage, honey, it’s like a dang ol’ secret handshake! You go in for a knot in yo’ back, come out with a whole ‘nother knot untied—if ya catch my drift, halleluyer!

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Fatti coccolare dalla testa ai piedi, dalle mani morbide delle nostre massaggiatrici, dal profumo della loro pelle vellutata, e regalati un massaggio intenso e di assoluto relax con il nostro .

First call comes in at 8 AM. It’s this dude, totally frantic, yelling about his cat. I mean, c’mon, bro! I get it, cats are important, but I’m not a vet! He’s like, “My cat’s stuck in a tree on Via Roma!” I’m thinking, “Dude, it’s a cat, not a baby!” But I help him out anyway. I mean, Capannori’s got some tall trees, but c’mon, it’s not like it’s the Leaning Tower of Pisa or something.

Agnes Questionmark, if an artist manipulates the body by fusing flesh and technology. What the exhibition in Lucca looks like